“Is there nothing we can do?” I snarl at the incompetent doctor who looks like he’s going to piss himself. “It’s been six f*****g weeks. SIX WEEKS and you’ve done not a damn thing to wake her up.”
Bailey has laid motionless for forty-two days. The only signs of life show from the monitor hooked to her heart and belly. Otherwise, you’d think she was a corpse.
Her pale skin looks almost translucent, and every night I go to sleep, I wish I could take her place. I’ve begged the Goddess, but she doesn’t f*****g listen. She never f*****g listens.
“I…. I am sorry, sir,” the doctor chokes out, “She’s been through a lot. There is no telling when she will awake from the coma.” His body shakes as the words leave his mouth, and I desperately want to tear his head clean from his neck.
Anger simm
